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THE COLLECTOR'S FAIR

I am one of 8 artists participating in the Collector's Fair at the Galerie de la Ville in Dollard-des-Ormeaux. To learn more, visit the gallery website. I invite you to come and see the show which runs until Sunday November 15th, 2015.

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